The Temple of Literature is ethereal, although Shen Lang is also a Confucian and Taoist scholar, but when he hears about the Temple of Literature, he always feels that it is too far away. And the empress is different, this is His Majesty the Emperor of the Dongyun Kingdom, she even sent someone to send a congratulatory gift?

Shen Lang's expression was a little strange, and he said, "Who are the people in the list drawn up that day?" ”

Shen Lang hadn't seen that guest list, but he vaguely knew that a few people had been busy for several days for that list.

Shen Donglai and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, but did not answer directly.

"We'll find out the day after tomorrow." Yang Shen said with a smile.

In the past, I felt that time flew by, but in the past two days, Shen Lang has a feeling that life is like a year. I can't read or anything anymore, and the house is full of relatives and friends.

Many people came to the Yang family, and the Liao family, as the "mother's family", naturally chartered several of the most luxurious inns in the city as a place to stay.

Some of the closer ones, such as Yang Hu and Yang Leopard, lived directly in the Liao family's mansion.

There are no relatives on the Shen family's side, Shen Donglai was the only seedling back then, and his parents died early, so he was the only one in the Shen family. However, Anping County did not let his Shen family lose face, Lin Dong participated as a relative of the man, and the county commander Li Yuanqing also deliberately put down his official duties and rushed over.

In addition, there are Li Mu, Xu Mao and other people who met in the academy.

The original grievances were also resolved with Shen Lang's fame, and the two still had the heart to compete with Shen Lang at the beginning, but now they are only happy and convinced.

In addition, there were also Zhang Ning and Yang Xu, who participated in the children's examination with Shen Lang, but when they saw Shen Lang, they took the lead in saluting and calling Mr.

The twelve poems, starting with Mingzhou, are enough to draw an insurmountable barrier between Shen Lang and his peers.

In fact, if you really want to calculate the time, it will only be about two months.

This realization is even more embarrassing.

In addition to these, Shen Lang also saw an unexpected ...... Person.

"Niangniang asked me to congratulate Shen Gongzi."

Hanyu, who was dressed in green, smiled and saluted Shen Lang.

Liao Dongsheng, Cao Yu and other friends next to him all looked at Shen Lang with strange expressions.

Empress?

Shen Gongzi, you are really romantic.

Shen Lang's old face was slightly red, and he had the heart to explain but didn't know how to say it.

"It is really an honor for Shen Lang to come to Miss Hanyu! Niangniang can remember Shen Lang, which makes Shen Lang even more flattered. Shen Lang returned the salute.

Hanyu said with a smile: "Niangniang said that it would be rude for Shen Gongzi to marry her if she couldn't come in person, so she prepared some small gifts for the slave maid to bring to Shen Gongzi." ”

"Niangniang is very polite, and letting Sister Hanyu come is already giving Shen Lang a big face." Shen Lang thanked him while looking at Hanyu with expectant eyes.

Hanyu chuckled and crossed her hands on her waist, straightened her bulging chest, and said, "What are you looking at?" The gift is not here! However, if Shen Gongzi likes it, it is not impossible for slaves and maids. ”

Shen Lang's old face turned red, and he coughed lightly and said, "Sister Hanyu misunderstood, Shen Lang is not waiting for a gift." I didn't dare to offend Sister Hanyu. ”

Hanyu glanced at him: "Scholars, there is no good thing." As he spoke, he took off a fist-sized sachet from his waist and handed it to Shen Lang, "The gift is inside." ”

Shen Lang was stunned, sachets?

Cao Yu next to him suddenly exclaimed: "Divine powers, the sea is inclusive?!" ”

Hanyu glanced at Cao Yu, smiled sly, and said, "The little fat man has some knowledge." ”

Cao Yu's face turned red, and he was a little embarrassed to speak.

Hanyu's appearance is naturally extremely beautiful, especially with a unique temperament on the body, which is obviously clever and smiling, but it gives people a sense of nobility.

Others don't know, but Shen Lang knows that this is the breath of Shinto. The human incense of Shinto cultivation is itself a mixture of worship and faith. Hanyu has been by Zhen Luo's side all the year round, and it is normal to be contaminated.

"What is inclusiveness?" Shen Langqi said.

Hanyu explained: "It is somewhat similar to the Sumeru mustard seeds of Buddhism, and they are all magical powers that contain items. This sachet was also given to you by the mother, and it has exerted a permanent sea of all rivers. But Niangniang also said that the space inside is not very large, but you can put some things you need to bring on weekdays. ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang understood and was shocked.

Isn't this the storage bag, one of the standard equipment of the legendary traveler!

Shen Lang held back his excitement and said, "How do you open this?" ”

"Confess the Lord with blood." Hanyu said.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, this method is quite traditional.

Biting his finger and dripping a drop of blood on the sachet, he immediately felt a strange breath coming from the sachet, as if it was connected to his heart.

Just a slight movement of the mind, the knot wrapped around the mouth of the sachet untied on its own.

Shen Lang reached in and quickly found a two-foot square box, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a stack of neatly stacked ink ingots.

Liao Dongsheng exclaimed: "It's actually a blood ink ingot!" ”

Shen Lang's heart moved slightly, he had heard of this name.

There are many kinds of Confucian and Taoist treasures, but most of them are pens, inkstones, etc., after all, the treasures are precious, and few people will have the talent to nourish consumables such as ink ingots.

Therefore, someone invented a way to use the blood of demon beasts to make ink ingots.

It's just that the aura contained in the blood of ordinary demon beasts is insufficient, and the aura in the blood veins is often sufficient, so the ink ingot Wenbao is the most male.

And this Jiao blood ink ingot, just listen to the name to know what it is.

"Such a precious gift, how can Shen Lang afford it!" Shen Lang hugged his fists.

Hanyu pouted and said: "The mother gave you, if you don't want it, you can only go to Lanjiang to return it yourself, I don't dare to take it back." ”

Shen Lang smiled bitterly, this thing can no longer be described as precious.

saw Hanyu holding his neck and widening his eyes, and said, "Go on, see what else." ”

Shen Langqi said: "You don't know what Niangniang gave me? ”

Hanyu raised her red lips and said, "How dare I ask about Niangniang's affairs, hurry up!" ”

Shen Lang reluctantly reached into the sachet and quickly found another object.

Looking at this thing, everyone's faces were strange, and their eyes looking at Shen Lang were full of playfulness.

The fire of gossip is burning!

This turned out to be a letter, and there were a few beautiful words written on the cover: Shen Lang personally opened.

It's not Shen Lang, it's Shen Lang!

Oh my God, Shen Lang felt his scalp tingle.

That lady is noble and graceful on the surface, but she is eccentric in her heart, others don't know, but Shen Lang knows it very well.

This is clearly igniting a fire!

Shen Lang remained silent and put the letter directly into his arms.

The eyes of several people around suddenly showed obvious disappointment, and Hanyu curled her mouth even more dissatisfied.

"I'm gone, I still have to go and meet the guests." Shen Lang coughed lightly and waved his hand at a group of fox friends.

Only then did he turn his head to Hanyu and said: "If Miss Hanyu has no place to live for the time being, please stay in the cold house, but the cold house is simple, please forgive Miss Hanyu." ”

Han Yu smiled reservedly: "It's okay." ”

Waiting for everyone to leave, Shen Lang was also about to deal with other things, when he suddenly saw Hanyu's eyes turn and chuckled: "There is one more thing, in your little world." ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang's heart jumped.

In fact, he always suspected that the river god lady had already seen through his details, but she didn't say anything.

Now, it seems, that's really the case.

Hanyu chuckled and walked away, and didn't say anything more to Shen Lang. It's hard for her to make a trip, so naturally she has to play enough.

Shen Lang returned to the house, and his mind condensed slightly and entered the Wen Palace.

The Palace of Letters, as in the past, is dotted with ten small worlds, quiet all over the World of the Palace of Letters.

Shen Lang just had a slight movement in his heart, and he appeared in the small world of "Luo Shen Fu".

The Lanjiang River is gentle and the river is murmuring, and a woman in an ink skirt stands quietly in the heart of the river.

The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to notice it, the green waves are scorching......

Shen Lang couldn't help but secretly admire, worthy of being Cao Zijian, who was a talented eight-year-old fighter.

In this world, Zhen Luo's phantom is obviously much more agile, and last time in order to deal with that ghost monk, he also summoned Zhen Luo's phantom out, but it was obviously more wooden outside.

At this moment, Shen Lang was suddenly surprised to find that the phantom had turned around, and then walked towards him.

"I'll write a poem now, and if I satisfy this palace, I'll give you a creation."

That cold and arrogant voice is the voice of the river god Zhen Luo!

"?!"

Shen Lang lost his voice.

Zhen Luo walked closer, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, his expression cold and silent.

Shen Lang took a deep breath, and all that came to his mind was the picture of Zhen Luo Lingbo stepping into the water just now. In an instant, a poem came to his mind.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

At this moment, Zhen Luo was stunned, and there was a look of astonishment in that pair of beautiful eyes.

Shen Lang was also stunned.

"Pu Jia" is the most famous love poem, which is written about a man chasing his sweetheart.

Explain?

As soon as this thought appeared, it was immediately pressed to death by Shen Lang.

This situation ...... Interpretation? How to explain it?

Could it be that I just teased you, I don't mean anything else, don't think about it?

It's almost as good as looking for death!

Seeing that Zhen Luo's eyes in front of him gradually changed from stunned to a little complicated, Shen Lang really wanted to die.

I think I have been in China for 5,000 years, with a bright civilization and a long history, and there are many amazing talents like carp crossing the river, and the poems and texts that shake the past and the present are not a thousand, but 800.

Why did I choose this one?!

Zhen Luo bit his lip, and a faint flush appeared on his beautiful face.

I heard her whisper: "But the new work? ”

Shen Lang took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and replied softly, "Hmm." ”

It's just a single word, but it seems to contain countless emotions......

At this moment, Zhen Luo's eyes became more complicated, and he sighed lightly for a long time and said, "Don't write again in the future." ”

Well?

Don't write anymore?

Shen Lang's face was full of astonishment.

"If you don't have that mind, why do you want to confuse people's minds and make people troubled." Zhen Luo looked at him with a smile.

Seeing this expression, Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief gently, but there seemed to be a faint feeling of loss in his heart.

Zhen Luo continued: "Although it is a little frivolous, I am very satisfied with the poems, so I will give you a creation as promised." ”

Shen Lang suddenly cheered up.